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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Astro Observations V ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

Links to other astrovations: Astrology observations l, Astrology Observations ll, Astrology observations lll, Astrology observations IV, Astrology observations VI

🪷Leo placements tend to get deeply involved with their creative endeavours. Many of these people can have artistic things (making jewellery, painting, music, art in general rlly) that they do as a hobby or as a stress reliever. But like y’all should rlly look into careers to do with whatever artistry your interested in because it can take you a long way :) Half of its natural talent the other is Hard work🫶

🪷Venus in 10H individuals may get compliments from strangers a lot and can get treated nicely bc of pretty privilege (srsly tho every Venus 10H person i’ve met were super pretty) However others may be envious of this and may not have best intentions when it comes to you, esp if you have Venus in aspect. with pluto

🪷Unevolved Cancer and libra placements (spec sun/moon/rising/Venus) tend to put other peoples happiness before theirs. With Libras they want to keep the balance within friendships and connections so if there was a dispute, they can put their ego aside and be mature ab whatever is going on, however it can lead to taking the blame for things that others did just to keep the harmony. With Cancer placements, they tend to not speak up against their loved ones even if they know they are wrong. Unconditional love has its consequences at times 😭 Again this is cancer and libra placements that are unevolved and that have to learn the importance of assertiveness and self priority.

🪷Moon conjunct Moon in synastry is such a cute placement. Like no matter what type of relationship you have with the other person they will always have a close place in your heart and you can rarely feel uncomfy around them. My younger brother and I have this aspect and I mean yea it’s brother-sister dynamics but also me and him have so much in common from music tastes to similar interests that nobody else knows about LOL. We also trust each other with secrets and always have each other’s backs. Ik other friends and family members that have this placement with their loved ones and it’s so cute. I noticed that you can come back to this person months after not seeing each other and everything will still be the same. However you can get annoyed with the person you share this placement with simply because you can be very similar in terms of emotional needs.

🪷Uranus in 1/10th house solar return or transit can indicate having a major change to your physical and public appearance. The way others perceive you could drastically change. Uranus first house transit/solar return may also feel a need to change up their appearance because they have gotten bored of it.

🪷Mars/Venus in 8H/10H are hot and nobody is allowed to argue with me.

🪷Mercury-Pluto natives are like sirens, they can entrap you with their voices and charm you easily.

🪷Saturn in Leo individuals may deal with self-esteem issues in their younger years. They may struggle to find confidence in themselves. This is because some of Saturn’s traits are karma, lessons and wisdom. Through the issues many Saturn Leo natives may deal with/have dealt with, they learn to seek validation internally and not externally, so they end up relying on themselves to push them to be confident and find their glow. Through this they learn how to deal with strengthening their ego and self esteem so then it isn’t easily shattered.

🪷Fire risings with Earth moons come off as more chill and relaxed than regular fire risings with fire/air/water moons. I noticed this esp with aries risings and earth moons.

🪷Uranus 4H transit can indicate feeling the need to rebel your traditional values and the things you have been brought up with. This also can indicate seeking more freedom and wanting to leave your home more.

🪷Moon in 11H natives are very idealistic and can be optimistic. These individuals are people oriented, they enjoy helping and collaborating with others. Many of them have amazing social skills (unless moon is afflicted) and strong connections with powerful people in society. This honestly can take them a long way.

🪷Venus in second house/Taurus venus/Leo venus really like to shower their partner with physical affection. Specifically with second house/Taurus venus they definitely like to spoil their lovers with gifts and money. They also like to be possessed or possess their partner in some way 😭 It could be simple things though like spraying their perfume on their s/o hoodie or wearing their s/o's stuff.

🪷Leo venus on the other hand really like to show off their partner and it’s so cute. Their very proud of who they’re with and would gladly give them the world. They’d also like this energy to be reciprocated :D A Leo venus with taurus in big three or in second house (or vice versa) definitely accentuate this qualities.

🪷Capricorn in 5th house may have been restricted a lot when young. They could have had strict parents who didn’t let them go out a lot to parties or didn’t know how to adapt to spontaneous situations, so they found it to be safer to plan out fun events rather than go with the flow.

🪷Libra/Venus/Taurus in the 2nd or 6th house can indicate being obsessed with skincare, makeup and in general getting lost in physical pleasures that bring them therapy. These individuals rlly like to pamper themselves and make themselves feel good through beauty. Also side note they all have rlly pretty faces. 🫶

🪷Saturn conjunct venus in the 6th house can also indicate have a strict health and beauty routine each day. I was gonna say think patrick batemans routine but i realised that was a terrible example LMAO.

🪷Moon opposite mercury may have a difficult time putting their emotions into words. Like they know what they’re feeling it’s just indescribable at times 😭

🪷Mercury conjunct Jupiter are such great people to talk to. Literally. Every single person I’ve met with this aspect rlly know how to lift someone up and are great at making others feel better ab themselves. They also give great advice, must be the wisdom jupiter has in conjunction with mercury. Also on the topic of wisdom, THESE PEOPLE ARE SO SMART, they may not act like it but they are 😭

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Arts pet.

Summary: Your family decided to reopen the miles county carnival. And you soon catch the eye of a certain black and white clown.

Word count- 6307 (it’s a doozy)

Warnings: blood, mentions of dead bodies, sexual themes (but no smut), torture, reader/ character was written as afab but you should be able to read it as gender neutral.

Authors notes: this is my first ever fan fiction I’ve written so please be gentle on me. Also not proofread so there might be some errors. And this is about Art the clown soo, yeah. This big ol’ dork has me wrapped around his horn.

Maybe reopening the rundown carnival in Miles county wasn’t a good idea. But no matter how many times anyone told my father not too, he’d just brush it off. Working with your family is hard, even harder when you’re a carny family. My family and I have been on the road ever since my parents got married back in 93’. Soon after they had my older brother, sister, me, and finally my little twin brothers. My father joined the Barnum and Bailey circus when he was a teenager after his grandmother and sole guardian died. Being 15 with no other options, the circus became his new home and they welcomed him with open arms. My mother was the complete opposite, coming from a prestigious, well off, loving family; well if they liked you that is. My mother never really fit into her family, she had always been the black sheep and problem child. And no matter how hard her parents tried, she was never suited for their perfect world. She actually met my father when she was on a date with a “proper'' young man, as her mother put it. After spending roughly an hour listening to the high collared sleaze belittle every performance and worker he came in contact with, they got to my father’s act. Over the years he had climbed the ranks from being a cage cleaner to the circus’s headlining daredevil, and he was really good at it. His stunt that night was riding his motorcycle around a metal cage that was lit ablaze. Even my mother’s date was dumbfounded. After the show was over my mother refused to spend another second with her dick headed date. She snuck away from him and with the help of a hopeless romantic bearded woman she was able to go back to my fathers trailer. He said the second he laid eyes on her he knew he was going to marry her. And that night my mom decided to run away with him. My parents have been inseparable ever since.

Growing up the way we did, my siblings and I have developed multiple talents and were able to pick our own personal acts. My oldest siblings are aerial artists. I was one myself for a while and will even join in on their performances, but my actual love is contortion and fire breathing. The twins are in their teens and still learning about themselves every day. My father had always wanted to own a circus/carnival for himself, and over the past few years his craving to get off the road grew. Through the grape vine he had heard of the Miles county carnival being sold for little to nothing, we later found out that there were multiple murders there, which explained why the value was so low. My mother, sister and I all had our reservations about buying the place, but yet we still found ourselves standing at the entrance of the carnival in all of its glory. It took us months to spruce the place up, fix broken rides, and rebrand the whole park. My father even built a circus tent in the park where my family and other performers could perform if they wanted. We had our handful of protesters over the past few days but we also had a lot of tickets sold for tonight, opening night. I stood in the circus tent, looking at the time on my phone. 8:30; 30 minutes till opening and an hour till the show starts. Deciding to practice some of my aerial work for tonight's show, I gripped the soft silk as the music blasted through my speaker in the corner of the stage. I started going through the routine one last time, not noticing the black and white figure watching intently from the shadows. I ended on my finishing pose and nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard loud, sporadic clapping coming from the echoing seating area. I safely dismantled and shielded my eyes from the spotlight to see who was there. A black and white clown stood in the middle of the aisle between the seats still clapping with a large smile on his face. I felt my face heat up from embarrassment and anger.

“The show doesn’t start till 9:30, I’m sorry but you have to leave.” I said from atop the stage as I quickly gathered my items. The clapping ceased immediately and I glanced over my shoulder and saw the clown standing there, arms stiff at his sides, an emotionless face looking back at me. A shiver of dread prickled up my spine and I quickly exited backstage, still feeling his icy gaze on me. I briskly walked to my dressing room and locked the door behind me. I glanced at my phone screen and noticed it was only 8:50. ‘Wait, if we aren’t open yet how did he get into the tent?’ My thoughts were broken when three gentle raps came from my door, a common knock my sister used to let me know she was the one wanting in. I strode to the door and unlocked the handle, my sister stepped in and gently shut the door behind her.

“You okay? You rushed into this room like your ass was on fire.” she asked as I sat at my vanity, my head in my hands. With a deep sigh I rubbed my hands down my face and finally looked at her.

“Yeah, I think I’m just tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I weakly responded. She lowered her eyes at me, assessing if she believed me or not. Her eyes softened as I guess she decided it wasn’t worth pressing.

“Maybe you should take a nap before you go out on stage, I’m going on first so I can wake you up when it’s almost your time to go on.” My eyes light up at the thought of getting some sleep.

“You promise? Like really?” I ask with hopeful excitement. She nodded her head, opened the door, waved, and gently closed it behind her. I glanced back at the mirror and saw the dark bags under my eyes, deciding a power nap would be best. I got up, turning off my main light, leaving my vanity lights on, and crawled on to the small gray couch. I had some burgundy throw pillows and a black blanket, I used to get nice and comfortable. In the dim light I could barely make out the posters I had adorning my walls. Mostly old Barnum and Bailey posters my dad snagged before he left, but there were a few photos of me performing. After a few minutes my eyes felt heavy and I quickly fell into a deep sleep.

‘The colorful lights were twinkling against the night that engulfed it. My nose was invaded with the sweet yet salty smell of popcorn and cotton candy. Energy buzzed around me like electricity, lightly shocking my senses. All around me were people playing games, eating food, and laughing with pure joy. In the distance you could hear the screams of ride goers as they raced into the air, some of them twisting and turning along the tracks. The environment was warm and inviting, glowing with delight. I soaked it all in. Embracing the happiness that flooded me, I pranced around the carnival, seeking out my next adventure. As I wandered through the fair I accidentally ran into a figure. He was tall, holding a bunch of red balloons, concealing his face from my view. A black sleeve emerged from the crowd of latex, holding a floating sphere out to me. I gently took it from his gloved hand, immediately hearing a loud, threatening crack from the sky above. Glancing up I noticed a fiery red glow erupt from behind the thick clouds rolling in the darkness of the sky. Suddenly the cheery demeanor of the festival dissipated and the screams of joy turned into ones of pure horror. I whipped around and saw multiple rides on fire, the patrons festering in their seats. Mutilated corpses laid strewn across the park, blood and guts splattered everywhere. My tears were singed on my cheeks from the heat of the flames. The scream that was bubbling in my throat was cut short as long, strong arms wrapped around me.’

I was startled awake, my body jerking up and my brain still fuzzy. I looked around my dimly lit room, looking for what caused my sudden consciousness. There were alarm bells going off in my head, but I couldn’t place what was causing them. Scanning my room for a second time, I immediately froze when I noticed the figure in the dark corner, my breath catching in my throat. Panic coursed through my veins as I fumbled to come up with a single coherent thought. The figure slowly stalked out of its hiding spot and into the dim light. My eyes finally focused on the lanky black and white clown towering over me, the same blank expression on his features as before. With my heart racing, I choked back a scream as he slowly bent down to my eye level, getting uncomfortably close. His dark eyes were threatening as he looked me up and down, assessing me. For what? I’m not fully sure. My chest was heaving from my rapid breath and pounding heartbeat, something he picked up on. He reached forward and placed a gloved hand on my chest, rolling his eyes back and breathing in deeply through his nose. I sat frozen as he smirked, opening his eyes and making intense eye contact.

My mind immediately went blank as the panic dissipated from my body, being replaced with a strong need. As I gazed into his onyx eyes I felt a strange, intimate connection to the man in front of me. His hand climbed from my chest to caress the side of my face, gently gliding his thumb over my lips. I slowly opened my lips, inviting the digit into my mouth, and sucked lightly as it hit my tongue. His taste was bitter and salty, and he smelt of fire and sweat. Normally I would be repulsed but for some reason I was intoxicated. The clown’s mouth was hung open with lust, chest quivering from his deep breaths. If he had pupils, I knew they would be dilated. My eyes closed as I savored the flavor of him, moaning softly. He pulled his hand away, I released his thumb with a soft pop. My eyes shot open as I felt a rough yank on the ponytail atop my head. I fell back and the man followed me, climbing on top of me. His long lanky frame just barely fit on the small couch with me. His hands roaming my sides as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, sucking and biting with a hunger I’ve never experienced before. I moaned as his hand snaked under my shirt, roughly grabbing at my chest.

A sharp pain radiated from my neck and I shrieked. His hand quickly clamped over my mouth as he continued the assault on my neck, warm blood trickling down my shoulder. Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to get out of the grip that was holding me down. Finally the man sat up, blood adorning his mouth and filled his smile. Hand still over my mouth, he ripped my shirt exposing more of my chest. A muffled scream was ripped from me as the clown dug his finger into my fresh neck wound. He then took said digit and proceeded to write something on my flesh. Once he was done, he leant back over me with a sick, mocking sad face. Dragging his finger down his cheek, mimicking a tear. Finally placing a finger over his mouth in a shushing manner, he leant down and kissed my temple with a surprising gentleness. The hand covering my mouth moved to wipe the tears off my face. I whimpered as he placed another tender kiss on my forehead. The mysterious man gave me one more smile and wave of his fingers before he was gone without a trace. I laid in silence, my mind completely blank try to make sense of the last 10 minutes.

A loud banging startled me out of my daze, as whoever knocked started to come in. Fearing it was the man from before, I sprang up and used my entire body weight to slam the door shut. I heard a muffled grunt and exclamation of “what the fuck” as the lock clicked back into place, preventing anyone from coming in.

“Hey, you missed the whole performance!” My older brother yelled at me from the other side of the door. Ice ran through my veins as I scrambled for my phone and noticed it was 10:45 pm.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” I exclaimed while throwing my phone back down on the couch. I caught a glimpse of myself in my vanity mirror and I looked horrible. Somehow the bags under my eyes were worse, my body was flushed, and my hair was completely disheveled. My neck was still dripping crimson, with obvious teeth marks. My shirt was jaggedly ripped with dried blood marking the visible skin. In messy, dripping lettering, ‘Art’s pet’ was written across my chest. A strange shiver ran back up my spine, and I stood there wondering if I’d ever see this man again. Most of me hoped I never would, but a tiny part of me begged to differ.

A few weeks have passed since the strange encounter with the black and white clown, I now know as “Art”. He’s also known as the miles county clown with a long list of victims. I thought for a second he was just a weird fever dream, but the tiny teeth shaped scars on my neck prove otherwise. I’ve constantly been thanking the powers above that it was getting colder out, with me having to wear turtle necks to obscure my markings. My dreams have also been haywire since that night, filled with decimated remains and burning fire. He’s always there too, welcoming me with his demented gifts and acts of passions. Whether it's a still beating heart, a crude mural of me in coagulated blood, or gory jewelry from his victims, he always has something to give me. Greeting me with his signature wide smile, accompanied by some flourish to produce the gift of the day. With his palms out stretched, eyes blinking innocently, he’ll traumatize me yet again with a morbid curiosity.

Luckily I’ve been able to push his invading presence out of my mind during performances and when I’m around my family. My sister has noticed I’ve become a bit more reclused and only asked me about it once. When I snapped at her with an anger she hadn’t seen before, she never pressed the issue after. Tonight I sat in my heavily decorated trailer, covered in old rock n roll posters, tapestries and sentimental trinkets. I had a small dark brown vanity sitting in the front of the small room, my burgundy red twin sized bed laid adjacent to the vanity. My clothes and costumes were strewn about and hung up on a small portable hanging rack, a small bookcase sat at the foot of my bed with a vintage, delicate, lamp sitting on it. Books lined the shelves, ranging from the classics like Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, and Bram Stokers’ Dracula. Tonight I was reading The Complete Tales of Edgar Allen Poe, my head was laid at the foot of my bed, my tiny lamp dimly lit the pages. I lounged lazily in only my black satin robe, trying to turn my mind off for the night, preparing for sleep. A sudden loud knocking came from my front door. With a jump, I bookmarked my spot and slowly sat up. The pounding came again, even louder and more aggressive than last time. I stood up and wrapped the robe tighter around myself, slowly reaching for the curtain covering the small window on my door. The fervent banging picked up once more, and with a flourish of anger, I ripped the door open without looking first. There, in the misty night, stood the clown of my nightmares. The white and black mirage stood stone still, eyes wide, a bouquet of wild flowers outstretched towards me. ‘No , no, no’ raced through my mind as the door started to close. My ragged breath caught in my throat as a large gloved hand slammed on the door as I tried to shut it. He slowly climbed the feeble stairs and stepped into my tiny trailer, hunching to prevent from hitting his head on the ceiling. I stared up at him with pure shock and a hit of fear. He gleamed down at me and he stretched the bouquet back to me. With shaky hands I gently pulled it from his humongous mitt, ogling the beautiful flowers in my hand and gave them a gentle sniff. The scent of fresh florals and the musky scent of the impending rain wafted towards me and I hummed with satisfaction. He bowed down, gently grasped my other hand, and gingerly pressed a kiss to my knuckles. A blush creeped up my face as I shyly looked away, pulling my hand from his grasp. He smirked and stalked towards my vanity, taking a seat on my small chair.

He patted his lap and looked at me expectantly with a big smile. I gingerly placed the bouquet on my bed, wiping my sweaty palms on my robe and approached him sheepishly, finally standing in front of him. He reached out and wrapped his long arms around me, pulling me into his lap, causing me to yelp. He nuzzled into my neck, his warm breath tickling the sensitive scar tissue, sending shivers down my spine. Smirking at me through the mirror, he rubbed my sides, gently squeezing, almost threatening to tickle me. I made direct eye contact with him in the mirror, trying my best to give him the stoniest stare I could. He frowned, looking down, twiddling with the satin belt. I swiftly grabbed his hand before he could untie my robe and I just stared at his reflection as he continued to look down with his ‘sad’ face. Slowly his eyes connected to mine in the glass and we just sat there staring at each other for a long pause. My expression stayed cold, and his frown curled up into a scowl. With a silent huff he rolled his eyes and pushed me off his lap. I stood, stunned, as he walked over to my clothing rack and palmed the sequined outfits. His face broke out with a wide smile as he grabbed a shiny red one piece body suit from the hanger, rushing up to me and pushing it towards me. I jumped at his erratic actions, my arms limply holding the outfit. I looked up at him with confusion, as he started miming taking off his clothes sensually, almost in a cartoonish manner. I gulped and tightly gripped the belt of my robe till my knuckles were white. With another silent, irritated huff, he tapped his clown shoes impatiently on the ground and looked at his wrist as if there was a watch there. Not wanting to anger the man in front of me, I turned around and with trembling fingers I picked at the knot holding my robe together. It finally fell free and it gently slinked off my shoulder. I laid the one piece on my vanity and slipped the robe completely off, avoiding my gaze from the mirror entirely. I was never one to stare at myself naked, let alone in front of the miles county murderer. Somehow I didn’t hear him sneak up behind me, instead being scared by his hands snaking around my waist.

“Why?” I whisper, finally locking eyes with him in the chrome glass. His chin was buried into my neck and his breath fanned against my cheeks. His eyebrows quirk up in a question and his face falls to the side, feigning innocent curiosity. With an annoyed huff I yank my way out of his grasp and turn to face him. My hands cemented on my hips.

“What do you want?” I ask rather gruffly. The look of shock briefly took over his features before being taken over by a look of malice. I felt the spurt of confidence I had immediately disappeared as he reached forward. His hand gripped my throat and in a flash I was thrown onto my bed. He laid atop of me with a look of glee as he watched me struggle for breath. I knew my face was on the verge of turning purple when he finally let go. He leaned over me and stuck his long sharp nose into my neck. I could feel his hot breath against my skin and a shiver ran down my spine. Somehow I just knew he was breathing in the scent of my fear. That thought caused yet another shiver to rack through me, and the clown wasn't oblivious to it. I felt something warm and wet run up the side of my neck. His tongue left a prickly sensation in its wake as he faced me again. A smile adorned his face and his finger came up to boop me on the nose. Clumsily, he crawled off of me and I remembered that I was nude. I grabbed my blanket and covered myself as Art grabbed the one piece setting on the dresser. He brought it to his face and took a big sniff. Yanking it from his nose he made a silent gagging motion and threw the one piece at me. It hit me in my chest and with caution I took a small smell of the fabric. My eyebrows drew together as the scent of laundry detergent invaded my nostrils. The clown had his nose pinched between his fingers, sticking his tongue out in yet another gag and I rolled my eyes.

After dressing in my red leotard, Art led me to the performance tent. I felt uneasy as I stood on the pitch black stage. A loud crack emanated through the room as the lights sprang to life, eerie silence followed in suit. I was temporarily blinded, squinting my eyes until they adjusted. Almost immediately I recognized the 5 people sitting in the front row. My family was duck tapped and gagged, unconscious in their confines, blood coming out of differing cuts and scratches on their faces, proving they put up a fight. My family wasn't the only people in the crowd. Decapitated torsos, gutted stomachs, and carved up bodies surrounded my family. Staring at the mutilated and bloody corpses caused bile to rise in my throat. Panic wracked through me causing tears to cloud my vision, falling to my knees, wretching. Art started clapping in a way to get my attention. I turned my head towards him, a giant blanket covering something behind him. He gestured to my family, an evil smirk adorning his face as I slowly looked back at them. They were gently stirring as they slowly started becoming conscious again. That’s when it dawned on me. 5. The twins, mom, dad, and my older brother. I whipped my head back towards the black and white clown.

“Where is she?” While Looking straight at me, he reached up, grabbing the thick white tarp. Yanking down, the cloth fell from the giant round shape. It revealed my sister strapped to the wheel of death, the spinning circular board we used for our knife throwing acts. She was also coming to lucidity, fear flooding her features once she was able to comprehend a little of what was going on. Art slowly stalked towards my crumpled frame, bending down and dropping daggers in front of me. Immediately looking between my sister and the blades I was able to piece together what he wanted.

“No, fuck no!” I screamed, crawling backwards away from the sharp knives. Art grabbed my upper arm in a Vice grip, almost immediately bruising. Picking me up by said arm he pushed me towards the pile of metal. I violently shook my head, wrapping my arms around myself, staring at the ground. He pinched my chin between his fingers and jerked it towards him. I stared at him with glossy eyes. He frowned at me and gestured his hand towards my sister. My face morphed from fear to complete hard anger.

“No.” I glowered, refusing to break eye contact with him. His face became stony as he pushed my chin from him. Standing to his full height he glared at me and walked off stage. With him gone I rushed to my sister to untie her from the spinning board. As I got to one of her wrists she looked at me with tears streaming down her face. Muffled words escaped her taped lips.

“Hold still, I’ll get you down faster.” As I was distracted with the buckle my sister seemed to notice a familiar figure creeping up behind me. Her silence quickly turned into muffled screaming and thrashing. Finally focusing back on my sister, her wide eyes told me everything I needed to know. Looking over my shoulder I saw the clown raise his arm with something in it. With a quick strike down, I felt searing pain rip through me. I was lurked forward with the sheer force of the whip, screams being torn from me with every strike of the weapon. My sister's tears rained down on me as I clung onto her for support as the lashing continued. My back felt like it was being sliced open by a million little knives. The searing pain caused my consciousness to start to waiver. My sisters muffled screams faded from me as my ears started ringing, only hearing the crack of the cat o’ nine tail. My mind focused on nothing but the constant burn radiating from the wounds, refusing to let my legs buckle from the pain. Finally the lashing came to a halt as I heard a voice ring out.

“Okay! Okay. She’ll do it, just stop!” I looked up at my sister, noticing the tape dangling from the corner of her mouth. Her tears must have loosened the adhesive. “Do it. I trust you. Just get it over with.”

With heavy breath I slowly and painfully turned, looking at the demented man in front of me. Cautiously limping towards the pile of throwing blades, my knees wobbled slightly. I stopped to regain my balance, before bending down to grab the steel daggers. The cold metal bit at the warm skin of my palms, and the weight of them threatened to pull me down. Turning back to face my sister, I saw Art forcing her mouth shut with fresh tape. She struggled a bit, glaring with a hatred I’ve never seen. I stole a glance back at my tied up family, differing levels of horror adorning their faces. My mothers face was covered with tears and my fathers face was hard with a fire licking behind his eyes. Nothing but fear adorned the twins faces, and my older brother was looking around. Forming a way to get out, I assumed. Clapping for attention, I turned back to the black and white demon, watching him grab onto the wheel, to heave it down with his full body weight. My sister started spinning and I took a deep breath. Separating a knife from the bundle, I aimed it, cocking my arm back and tossing the blade directly at the board. It landed right between my sister's legs. Grabbing another blade, I wretched my arm back and threw it again. Thinking was never a good idea when it came to knife throwing. Just aim, breathe, and throw. The more you stall, the more you hit the target. Before I knew it I only had one dagger left. All the other throws were perfect misses and I readied myself for a final good throw. A loud piercing honk rang into my left ear. My throw was ruined. And I watched in horror as the sharp steel plunged itself into the soft flesh of my sister's thigh. Her muffled scream was drowned out by the intense ringing in my ears as I turned and looked at the clown. He was pointing at my sister and silently belly laughing, holding his stomach.

“I hate you! You stupid, annoying motherfucker!” I ran up to Art, hitting him on his sturdy chest. He barely reacted as he looked down his nose at me, watching me pound onto him with my full weight. He snatched my wrists and held my arms out, staring at my red face as I continued screaming profanities at him. Smiling sinisterly, he let go of my wrists and stalked towards the, now still, round board my sister was still attached to. I had no clue what his plan was but I tightly grabbed his arm, refusing to move. Realizing he was anchored, he slowly faced me again. “What will make you stop?” I basically whimpered. His grin widened even more than I thought it could. He stood back up to his full height, and I couldn't help but gawk at his towering stature. Gazing up, he tapped his chin in a ‘thinking’ manner until he snapped his fingers in a eureka moment. Cocking his head to the side, he grinned at me, leaning his face down. Becoming eye level with me he gently tapped his cheek, as an indication to give him a kiss.

A wave of nausea hit me, but I also got a fuzzy, warm feeling course through me at the same time. I hated it. I hated myself, for having some sort of affection for the man who’s done nothing but torture me and my family. I snapped back to reality when a loud clap erupted in front of my face. I blinked and refocused on the man in front of me. His face was almost child-like as he watched me with pure, I’m not sure, adoration? I took a deep, quivering breath, and stepped forward. Wrapping my arms around his neck, balancing on my tip toes, and I gave him what he wanted. Granted it wasn’t on his cheek, but he didn’t seem to mind. His lips still had that rich smokey flavor as last time. His hands immediately found my hips and pulled me in closer, almost desperate to get me closer. His tongue licked at my lips and I opened eagerly. I just let him have control, not feeling strong enough to put up a fight. I pulled back with a gasp as a sharp pain came from my lip. A small trickle of blood ran down Art's chin, causing me to reach up and gingerly touch my bottom lip. Pulling my hand back, there was warm blood covering my finger tips, and my lower lip throbbed.

“Let them go.” I croaked out. Art still had his grip on my waist, and squeezed almost threateningly. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes squinted together in distrust. “If you want me, let them go. I’ll be all yours, no questions asked. As long as they’re safe.” I gently cupped the side of his face and placed our foreheads together. Our breathing slowed and we shared a moment of peace. Running my thumb over his jagged cheek bone, I felt my eyes water.

“Please.” I whimpered. Tears ran down my face as I finally looked up at my tormentor. His eyes almost softened when he saw me. His hand moved from my waist to my cheek, brushing the tears off as they fell. With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he stretched up to his full height and stepped back. He turned to the side and lifted his arm towards my sister. I slowly looked between the appendage and her. Making eye contact with the man again, I nodded and sped walked up to my sister. She was barely lucid. I lightly slapped her face and her eyes finally focused on me. Pulling a knife out of the board, I cut away at the leather straps holding her to the panel. When she finally tried to put weight on her leg she screamed. She grabbed the knife sticking out of her thigh and I supported her the best I could. I looked over my shoulder to see Art was gone. Not waiting a single moment I hobbled her across the stage, refusing to listen to her pleas to stop. We finally got to our trapped family. They sat there with nothing but pure terror and tears on their faces. With the dagger I cut my father loose first. Immediately he wrapped me in a bear hug, almost squeezing me a bit too hard. He held me for what felt like years but was no longer than a few seconds. My sister struggled to release my mother from her confines when we heard a loud boom. The heat came soon after as the back of the stage was lit ablaze. The fire grew to the top of the tent within seconds.

“Jesus Christ!” My father hollered as he, and the rest of us, scrambled to free our brothers. The smoke was thick and dark, making breathing almost impossible. Coughing, we were able to untie my brothers. We all were kneeling down toward the ground, trying to avoid the thick musk above us. “We’re not gonna be able to make it!” My mother screamed, as the loud crackle of the flames almost drowned her out. I could tell my sister was worse for wear, and I had no idea how to get her out. While my head was swimming with panicked thoughts, my eldest brother noticed the dagger I still had clutched in my hand. He grabbed the blade out of my hand, dashing towards the closest tent wall and carved into it.

“Come on!” He screamed as everyone rushed to the new opening. I grabbed my sister and supported/ dragged her out of the tent. Her consciousness was faltering when I laid her on her back. We hacked and gagged as we finally got some of our breath back. The tent was completely ablaze. I heard sirens wailing in the distance as my head started to spin. I started dry heaving while slowly crawling away from my family, not wanting them to see me like this. My vision blurred from the tears and the spinning when I suddenly saw I black shape in front of me.

“Get away from her!” A distorted familiar voice rang out as I looked up and saw a blur of white and black. For a split sec I was able to focus and I saw Art standing there. Blank faced and fists balled to his sides, he raised his foot. In a split second everything went black.

Waking up was almost like a nightmare to me. My head pounded and I was freezing. The room was still spinning and My eyes couldn’t focus on anything. I tried to move, but I was cramped in something small. With a groan I reached out and touched something cold and metal. But it wasn’t solid, it felt like it was made out of metal wiring. I adjusted myself and once again heard the ringing in my ears start up. The floor was solid underneath me, but I could see outside of my confines. My fingers once again grasped the walls around me and it all clicked. I was in a steel cage. Visions of what happened before I was knocked out bombarded my brain. Adrenaline mixed with panic and caused everything to come into sharp focus. There wasn’t much to see, it was dark and dingy, a single light swung above my cage. A smashed tv sat on the floor across from a table with a little stool. Blood and various sharp objects littered the table. I immediately scattered backwards until my back hit the chain wall. The reality of what I agreed to dug its way to the forefront of my brain. I agreed to be with this man. For whatever he shall need me for. My stomach flipped as all the possible scenarios ran through my mind. My leotard -covered body shivered in the corner of the cage. My erratic breathing caused me to notice that there was something around my neck. My throat felt constricted and panic wracked through me as I clawed at it until I got a decent grip, ripping it from my throat. In my hand sat a collar. A. Fucking. Collar. My ears weren’t ringing, it was the bell on the collar the entire time. I was drowning in my thoughts when The entire cage rattled, as someone else shook it. I snapped my head up and was greeted with Art's smiling face. He lifted up the top of the cage, revealing the door. His face slowly morphed into frown as he looked at my face, then my neck, and finally to the collar in my hand. He held out a finger initiating to give him a minute and closed the cage. Prancing over to the table I saw him pull a thin sparkling string up and hold it close to himself. After finagling with it for a moment, he walked back over, and completely flipped the top of the cage open. He held out his hand, dangling there was a necklace with a heart dog tag. It read “Arts pet”.

#art the clown #terrifier 2 #david howard thornton #terrifier movie #horrorwhores #slashers #slash fic #Art fan fiction #art the clown x reader #terrifier x reader #scary movies

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iamafanofcartoons · 5 months

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Can you help me out with something? I started a Patreon with the intent of donating the money given to Rooster Teeth. Could you tell everyone you know about it?

Listen. I know who you are. I got sent a screenshot of a person on reddit who never commented since 2021 suddenly demanding on R/RWBY and R/FNKI that everyone donate to RT. I even saw that person pick a fight with a hardcore member of r/rwbycritics. But two one things were notable. One, their willingness to spam their donation idea across multiple subreddits, and their hot-headed anger at anyone not agreeing. You were banned from every RT-Affiliated subreddit you were doing this on, and then you deactivated your account. Now you come here and are spamming your new account to anyone being a rwby fan. There is positivity, there is defending RWBY, and then there is toxic positivity. By going as far as you do, you're going to drive other rwby fans away. This isn't what you should do. People aren't willing to raise a penny except for toxic youtubers spreading shit, or their favorite porn artists. Point is, Rooster Teeth has multiple ways of making money to finance V10, but Patreon is not going to work. Its going to be too much and is not feasible. May I suggest an alternative, if you're going to try spending your time here on tumblr? If you want to use YOUR Money to help promote RWBY? Look up Tumblr Blaze. I have used it to promote Trans Rights, Black Lives Matter, Feminism, and of course RWBY. If you want to use money to get people to see RWBY? Here on Tumblr, there are millions of people who can be reached with a mere $10. Best part is, it doesn't even have to be your own post. It can be somebody else's too. So...before you ask other people for THEIR money? Why not start spending your own first? To quote the saying "put your money where your mouth is"

Now, I am going to block you for harassing my peer Citadelofmythoughts. They want to see RWBY greenlit too. Do not assume that just because somebody won't take the steps you are, that makes them somehow an enemy.

Volumes 7-8 literally had ironwood as the plot device explaining how this was bad. Please learn from that.

#rwby fndm #rwby discussion #tumblr blaze

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Artist's Statement

Photography has always been a passion of mine. Much like writing, it’s a love that was practically bred into me. When the world of photography began to grow out of film and lean more into the digital realm, my mother gifted me her old Canon Rebel 2000 and for a long time (perhaps even still) it was one of my most prized possessions. Since then, I’ve upgraded and joined the digital world. However, for a long time, my camera sat untouched in its bag, because despite my love for photography, I really didn’t know what I was doing, and no matter how hard I tried, my photos never came out the way I imagined them. This semester has taught me a lot. While oftentimes, I feel that my photos still don’t turn out quite the way that I had hoped, I have to admit that I’ve seen an immense improvement, but most importantly, I finally feel that I have the tools to figure out why. More than that, working alongside my peers has been unbelievably inspiring, and helped me to view the world around me in all different ways. These days, when I go out into nature with the intention of picture taking, I’ve learned to wear clothes I don’t mind getting dirty, because I never know what kind of ridiculous things I’ll have to do just to get the picture I’m hoping for. Perhaps the most important thing I’ve learned about my own photography is that it’s not just about the aesthetic. It’s also about the emotions and the stories they tell. Some of my favorite photos were those that didn’t turn out the way I wanted. They were the ones that were way too under or overexposed, the ones that weren’t perfectly focused, and the purely accidental ones, simply because sometimes those ones said the most. In the past, these pictures were the reason my camera stayed untouched for so long, and now they’re the reason my camera has a new home in the passenger seat of my car.

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ksjade · 2 years

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Recognizing Miseducation

When Lauryn Hill’s solo album ‘The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill’ was released just saying it was a good album was an extreme understatement. It helped change and inspire the next wave of hip-hop, R&B, and soul. To this day, you can play any song and not feel the need to skip. Although recently Lauryn herself is surround by an array of controversy it’s undeniable that her solo album is a beautiful thing to experience.

‘Miseducation’ is still acclaimed for its rap and R&B mixture. Currently, this is not anything new but not many people know that Lauryn’s solo album is one of the strongest movements to make that happen. The Michigan Daily says, “Drake, who in 2012 called himself “the first person to successfully rap and sing,” was borrowing from one of the unsung pioneers of the hip-hop genre.” In The Dead End Hip Hop it’s discussed how some don’t even consider the album a hip-hop one, however, they can still admit it has managed to make an impact on the community. This is evident with articles counting down artists like Drake, Kanye, J. Cole, and many more sampling not just Lauryn’s solo album but other works too. And, further discussed in The Michigan Daily, its clear to see that things like mixing of styles (jazz, soul, etc.) with hip-hop and the spoken-word style of rap was developed in this album.

Beyond the impact ‘The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill’ had on the hip—hop genre, the album feels like something that teaches us about love, wisdom, and experience. More specifically women’s experience with love and losing oneself in the music industry. The most obvious pieces of evidence to that is the audios in classroom with students discussing the meaning of love and how it’s experienced. In this setting, Lauryn in conveniently missing and it’s telling to hear that a lot of the most insightful thoughts on love come from the young women in the classroom.

Love and heartbreak is not a new or amazing thing people sing about but what makes this album stand out is how it displays Lauryn’s intimate experience with toxic, young, dumb love. In songs like ‘Ex-Factor’ and ‘Doo Wop (That Thing)’ it’s easiest to see how she was so trapped by her love that although it was toxic she still went back despite the pain and false hope. Other songs describe her healing process, sadness, and gaining of knowledge like in ‘Nothing Even Matters’ and ‘I Used to Love Him.’ Although most songs are about her lost love the song ‘To Zion’ is about Lauryn choosing love for her child and ignoring her mind. Despite the struggles, despite her growing her career, she chose her heart. These messages are important to the many women that go through a similar experience with toxic love and unplanned pregnancies.

Many other songs like “Forgive Them Father,’ ‘Final Hour,’ ‘Lost Ones,’ and ‘Superstar’ talk about gaining wisdom through experience. In some capacity, these songs explain how she has learned regardless of the amount of money or power one may have what matters most is the wisdom you should gain and the people you love.

What allowed this album to be so great in what it does is the intent Lauryn had behind making it. In her interview she discusses in length on how although she used to make music just to listen to she feels its now her duty to create that something that inspires others and she doesn’t feel right creating anything less. This narrative is obvious in the song ‘Superstar.’ Lauryn also discusses her idea with what miseducation really means. She used that word to not describe her academic miseducation but to describe her younger way of understanding the world and love. In the same interview and with the RollingStone she further describes that this album was not meant to prove much of anything but instead creating something she wanted to put in the world that was unique and inspiring.

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“That wasn’t the meaning behind it. It was really sort of a catch and me learning that, you know, when I thought I was my most wise, really not wise at all. And then my humility, you know, and in those places that people wouldn’t expect a lesson to come from. That’s where I learned so much.” -Lauryn Hill

In recent time, a lot of controversy has been surrounding Lauryn and her ‘Miseducation.’ Allegations of stealing work. Best seen in Dead End Hip-Hop’s discussion on Robert Glasper’s interview and the interview itself. The claims on Lauryn are important to discuss but as the men in Dead End Hip-hop maintain it’s more about a moral issue on the artists part and separating the art from the artist. For many, this controversy doesn’t change the impact or integrity of the album because at the end of the day it’s an amazing piece of work with amazing vocals. And although this revaluation doesn’t tarnish the album it’s more of a stain on Lauryn as a person, simply because this solo album has, in a sense, gone beyond Lauryn herself.

Overall, ‘The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill’ isn’t recognized enough for its hand in the evolution of hip-hop. What this album teaches about wisdom and growth is just as important as what it displays musically. We should all reevaluate our own misunderstandings on life and create things that inspire ourselves and others.

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#lauryn hill #the miseducation of lauryn hill #music #90s #hip hop #r&b/soul #Youtube

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Character Backstory: Gorillaz OC

Please meet my very complicated Gorillaz character: Rio, who's ridiculously eventful backstory I think really sells her as calculated in her unpredictable actions, a bit villainous but with the ... right intentions? and fiercely loyal to her loved ones.

Name: Rio Teagan

Age: 49 (October 13, 1973) - Libra Sun, Taurus Moon, Aries Rising

Height: 5'8"

Pronouns & Orientation: She/Her, Pansexual

Occupation: Roadie, formerly a Tattoo Artist

Natural Hair Colour: Black

Likes: Punk, Metal, Rock, Alt, R&B, 90s Hip Hop & Rap, Prog Rock, some 80s pop bc its funny. Organised clutter, maximalized/chaotic decor, breaking rules, doing what she wants, living recklessly, working out, exercising, dancing, noise, busy-bodies, fire, confidence, things being fair to her or people she cares about

Dislikes: drama, naivety, being the centre of attention, being worried about, not doing something herself, being taken care of, pop music, bubblegum pop, country, people who worry about aging ("just take care of yourself."), prudes, the 1%, and everything anyone should hate like bigotry.

Faceclaim(s): Debbie Harry mostly but I also use Kim Alexis, Madonna, Pam Anderson, Doro Pesch. anyone with cheekbones and doll eyes.

Voiceclaim(s): Angelina Jolie, Ann Wilson, Aimee Mann.

♡♡ Early Years ♡♡

Rio's household was always chaotic, and not in the fun way. Her mother went missing when she was 9, and her father couldn't cope. He had problems before, too, but that sent him over the edge.

Her father was the cause of two scars: one across her ribs, and another across her face. After receiving these wounds at age 12, Rio grabbed what valuable items she had and left. Her little brother Hayes followed her down the street until she took him to his friend's house, then carried on her way alone. Her younger half sister, Persephone, was living with her mother and had no idea of the situation.

After successfully running away, Rio had made her way to the abandoned motel at the other side of town. She wasn't afraid of a lot of things even then, because no matter what she faced outside of her family home, she could always think of something scarier.

Rio took discarded packaged foods from the grocery and convenience store dumpsters and would do small jobs for people in the neighbourhood in exchange for chore pay. She wasn't above stealing as well, but often preferred to pay. One elderly woman whom she helped in the garden would often let her in to eat and allowed her to bathe, because the girl was always filthy. There was no water to be had at the old motel.

A man named Emile would give her free food whenever he encountered her doing chores for his neighbours, and often packed little bagged lunches for her. He encouraged her to go to school, which she would do eventually. At his insistence as well, Rio began to save up her chore money.

Emile also gave her blankets and more clothes, which she took back to her motel hideout.

♡♡ Teens ♡♡

Emile gave her a more regular job of taking deliveries to people across town for him. Because she had known him for a few years, he offered she stay in his girlfriend's place (but not his, because it had a lot of shady traffic.) Rio agreed. Marita, Emile's girlfriend, was slightly older than Emile and a bit more strict, but still got along very well with Rio.

In highschool, Rio was extraordinarily rebellious. She ignored homework and paid no attention in class, despite her teachers trying to keep her interested. Her Science and Math teachers believed she had the potential, but no patience.

Rio got into fights at school sometimes over very small things. She was known as pretty isolated despite having solid acquaintances. No one could seem to get very close. Well, except for the seniors, and some football players, and when she was (miraculously) a senior, it was the learning assistant.

As a teen, Rio was something of a fire-starter. Minor events of arson included setting fire to unused sheds or crumbling garages, which were always saved before any *really* serious damage was done. She usually only set fire to something if she knew it belonged to someone that she believed to be a royal and utter prick, or if it couldnt be used anymore.

You should know that she always slept excellently after setting some old arsehole's stuff ablaze.

♡♡ Early Adulthood ♡♡

Rio got into the habit of *favours*. She found out Marita managed a gentleman's club in the town over. Rio started working for Marita, doubling as a waitress and an entertainer. She also made friends with a fellow entertainer, Alisha. Rio also happened to continue to do Emile's dirty work...which was usually illegal, she had realised. She didn't mind, though, because he would give her a higher pay cut as she was an adult and he had always treated her fairly and decently.

Emile noticed Rio drawing on napkins one day when she was on her break. Emile asked if Rio could tattoo the drawing onto Emile's back. Rio declined, but said if she ever got into the business then she would.

Emile talked with the other people that worked at the club who had grown close to Rio. For her birthday, the group bought her a tattoo gun. She started giving them all simple tattoos and practicing on fruits to build her skill. She showed a lot of promise, which did not go unnoticed to her friends.

After a few months of Rio working 3 jobs at the club, Emile called in his friend Ace, the cousin of Alisha, to ask him for a few favours (notably, bringing in more business). Ace brought in his gang and some other people he knew and then met Rio. Rio gave him a tattoo and they would talk every night he came in. He started inviting her to parties where she would completely avoid alcohol, but simply couldnt say No to a few choice psychoactives.

The small group that Rio was close with pooled their tips until they had enough to give to Rio to open her own parlour. She went to community college for 2 years for business.

Ace, Alisha, and Emile went with Rio when she paid for a little place on the corner and helped her get her first few clients. She was 21.

♡♡ 20s....wild, wild 20s ♡♡

One day at her shop a man came in to get a tattoo. Nothing special, not really...but he and Rio really hit it off. His name was Tex, which they thought was funny because they both had place-names. Tex had also encountered Rio briefly at Marita's club.

Tex only really laughed in front of her that one time. However, she moved in with him early in the relationship. It was better than the rotting apartment she had been surviving in..or it seemed that way, at first.

As it turns out, Tex was made of the same stuff her rotted father was made of.

Emile drove to check on her when she hadn't shown up to either of her jobs for months and wouldn't answer phone calls. He found her on the living room floor totally spaced out watching They Live. Emile takes Rio to Alisha's place, where she stays for one year. She was 23.

Tex relentlessly threatens Rio until she moves back in with him. He essentially holds her hostage for three years. Rio broke down, and with the help of Emile, she contacted Ace and his gang.

They came over quickly and brought the gang. Emile and Alisha packed Rio's things and filled Emile's car with them while Ace and the gang waited for Tex to get home.

After nightfall, Tex came home where Rio confronted him. He didn't take to her suggestion of splitting up and attacked her. She fought back, all that working out paying off, but Ace and the gang ultimately tore Tex away from her and finished the job themselves. Rio yelled at them, saying they were all too young to be doing this. Especially Ace, who had been getting protective of her despite her being older than him. She apologised for being irresponsible, for letting them get involved, and..for yelling. She took an ice pack and left with Emile, who even in his sixties, said he would never get tired of wasting a prick like Tex.

Ace called Rio at Emile's and insisted she stay at the gang's hideout. She would be safer and surrounded by noise (which she liked). She declined, saying she couldn't let Ace take care of her like that, because she was the one who had usually protected him. She loathed the fact that she let herself slip so far. Ace was like her brother. She had to laugh, though. If Hayes ever had to look out for her this way, she would really be in trouble.

About four years later, Rio went to her tattoo parlour one day and fell apart. While she was having a nervous breakdown, the other artists were at a total loss. One of them quit on the spot. The clients all felt awkward, and the receptionist was ready to call police. Rio apologised and left before he had the chance. She was 31.

After that event, Rio moved to New York to start over. She isolated herself and spent most of her time working out, fucking around on guitar, listening to music, and watching MTV. But to make money, she once again took a few odd jobs and worked as a waitress in a cafe across the street from her apartment. She purchases a ball python and names her JeepersCreepers, but calls her Jeep for short.

While working for an old man, she noticed he had been harassing and being inappropriate with young girls that would walk by his house on their way to school. She saved a girl walking home from becoming another victim to him, and took her home safely through the city. Her family thanked Rio, and Rio promised to look out for the family, who were struggling.

Rio set up a fire that would surely look like an accident, and set it in the evening before she left his house.

She was caught and questioned, and sentenced to prison for 7 years. 4 for manslaughter, and 3 for arson. The girl and her father visit Rio in prison every visitation day.

Rio gets out of prison at 38.

♡♡ Forties...could it get any worse? ♡♡

Working for Emile again once she was out of prison, Rio had saved up a good amount of money and bought Ace and his gang a new hideout. She took up a job through Emile's connections working as a roadie for Dethklok. With this money, she bailed one of their friends out of prison, and gave her some money to pay rent.

Rio was working mostly to pay back everything she owed anyone, even if they gave it to her without looking for her to eventually give it back. She helped out the girl and her father where she could, and was slowly paying Emile and the group back for buying her shop. She got another job as a tattoo artist in a parlour a street over from her apartment.

Things were going very well for Rio! She had a steady job, good friends, and decent money. She had her freedom and her music, and was relatively happy. (We'll just pretend she doesn't have a slew of psychological issues).

However, while on a late shift at the cafe she and the band had stopped at, a small group of men tried to start a fight with each other. She got in the middle trying to calm everybody down, but a brawl broke out anyways. Caught in the middle, she ended up fighting back.

Rio was sent to prison for assault charges for another 5 years.

When she got out at 45, she moves back home and in with Emile, who is only getting older. She takes up a job at her old parlour, reuniting with the owner who was once her emplyee. Emile and Rio spend every day together when she isn't at work. He had passed on leadership of his little "business" to his second in command, and was happy to live a technically retired life.

Rio does also spend time with Alisha, who often drags her along to hangout with Ace and the gang. They all become a relatively tight knit group, even closer than they were before Rio had moved.

Alisha and Ace insist that Rio move in with them at the hideout she had paid for, which they had all moved out of. Rio declines at first, wishing to stay with Emile, but Emile tells her to go and keep living a young life.

Rio reluctantly moves, but visits Emile every day.

During her time living with Alisha and Ace, she meets Noodle, Russel, and 2D. Their friend Murdoc was apparently in prison.

When Ace and Alisha showed no real signs of slowing down their shenanigans, Russel offered for Rio to stay with them while things were calm. Having become very fast friends with Russel, Rio agreed. Rio was 46.

Shortly after Rio settles in, Noodle leaves to find Murdoc.

Rio and Russel take a trip together to relax and explore. Russel suggests that Rio work for the band for a greater sense of job security. They discuss the full details of this, and she becomes a roadie doubling as security for the band members safety. This is similar to her previous and brief employment under the band Dethklok. Noodle, while away, informs them that Murdoc is alive.

Russel finds he needs to go to Mexico, so Rio returns to her own home. She then goes to visit her brother, Hayes, who she had not seen since she was a child. She discovers through Hayes that their mother had been murdered, and her remains were found years ago. Hayes offers some of the items from their mother that he had managed to get his hands on. Rio takes the keychain with her mothers maiden name on it, a coffee mug with a cat and a fox playing printed on the side, and a knitted blanket made by their grandmother. Hayes insisted she take more, because he did have quite a lot, but Rio declined. She left in the middle of the night, calling Emile, Alisha, and Russel to talk about what she found out.

Rio returns to her house and puts her mothers belongings in her spare room. She returns to the bands' HQ to be around her friends for a while.

Rio meets Murdoc. She is a bit wary of him and is extraordinarily distant. She finds him funny and charming even though her expression of that is... limited, to say the least. Their interactions are often a bit awkward and snarky, sometimes they clash. He tries to be friendly, she is standoffish. She tries to talk with him, and he avoids many serious questions, gets his story mixed up, or lies, which she notices.

They have a strange magnetic friendship though, and find themselves becoming very balanced when around each other. They begin to spend a lot of time together, especially when Noodle, Russel, and 2D have their own plans without Murdoc.

They have a nearly identical sense of humour, some similar life experiences, and nearly opposite energies. He is generally chaotic, while she is pretty neutral. (unless of course, you piss her off or she is going through something mentally.)

Murdoc finds that Rio listens, understands, and very casually enjoys just being near him. The more excited he is about this, the more he seeks her out. The more he finds her to talk with her or show her something, the more Rio feels it's the best part of her day.

Russel, Noodle, 2D, and even Ace are very aware of Murdoc's obvious interest, and sometimes get annoyed by his obnoxious flirting with Rio, despite Rio seemingly not being here nor there about it. Murdoc catches the hint of their disapproval, and decided to be even more obvious and flirtatious as a result. That, or he loudly defends himself against comments that nobody had even made yet.

The two of them have an....encounter, and then Murdoc becomes slightly distant. Rio acknowledges that it was a possibility, and is relatively unfazed. Murdoc however is going through a million thoughts a minute, and equally cant stand being with or without her.

Rio spends more of her time with Russel again, who expresses a bit of worry for how close she's getting with the bassist. She realises then that it may be a bit more than she thought, and admits this to Russel, but assures him that it won't go any further.

Murdoc and Rio's relationship continues through this bizarre distance until Rio confronts him about his behaviour, because he's starting to be, well...Murdoc, but just a bit more of a dick. She thought he had started doing things just to spite her, or to hurt her. It was starting to piss her off. He insists he had only ever done those things to get her off his mind, never to hurt her, and indeed he never even knew she noticed.

During that confrontation, Murdoc FINALLY accepts that he cares for her, and when his answers start becoming shorter, Rio realises this as well. She asks him, and he wants to lie, but tells her the truth anyway.

After Rio's admittance that she considers Murdoc as something special but not wanting him to hold back from the rest of his life, Murdoc declared that they would be in a seriously exclusive relationship (if she wanted to be, of course), no fine print and no funny business...except the sort of funny business that could occur between only the two of them.

Rio accepted, but still told him he had freedom if he wanted it. She expressed that she no problem with any endeavours he might want to experience with other people. In response, he said it wouldnt be necessary, he already was free and experiencing quite a lot of endeavours with her already, but he appreciated the gesture anyway.

Rio and Murdoc kept their relationship a secret to not upset the band, or even potentially some fans.

♡♡...Now?♡♡

Rio and Murdoc have a partially secret relationship. Those who know are deeply trusted. Really, the band has their suspicions. Noodle is especially aware of the way Rio and Murdoc's interactions have changed. Noodle informs the others, and they confront Murdoc about it. Rio walks in on the confrontation and tells them the truth. While they are reluctant for a while, they still support Rio and figure that she can make decisions for herself.

Everyone outside of their inner circle is still out of the loop entirely...but it's hard to ignore all their photos together, the sharing of clothes, Murdoc's random yammering about Rio the Roadie, and Rio's uncharacteristic happiness.

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as both an artist and a programmer (though not one working in machine learning so i won't claim anything close to expertise), the anti-ai takes i see from artists are really frustrating to me. the two most common criticisms i see about it are that it's 1. stealing 2. not art regarding the first point, it's clear that most artists don't understand the general technology behind it at all. they constantly claim that it does stuff like just collage different parts of images together, when that's very much not what it's doing! the process that neural nets use is incredibly complex and it's much more about pattern matching than storing and replicating exact sets of pixels. i definitely don't like it when ai artists specifically target an artist who voices their discomfort with having their art being used that way, if only because it's simply mean and rude, but unfortunately, i can't say that i'd consider it plagiarism. and for the people who want stronger copyright laws to protect artists' rights: believe me, it will not at all be helpful to "the little guy" like you think it will. regarding the second point, it seems like there's a couple things going on. one part of the critique seems to come from the quality of the art itself, which is an obviously losing battle. remember a year ago, when people were making fun of how bad ai was at generating hands? they seem to have pretty much solved that now, and whatever little nitpick you might be able to point out next, it's almost certain they'll eventually figure out that one too. i see a lot of tips floating around about how to tell if a piece of art is ai-generated, and while the tips usually do work well, the fact that the people need to use these increasingly specialized perceptive skills makes it pretty clear that it's becoming more and more indistinguishable. i've seen plenty of cases at this point of real artists having their work being accused of being ai-generated, which to me seems like the logical conclusion of people's assumptions that they can always tell when something is real or not, and i think it's only going to get worse and worse. the other part of the critique is about the artist's intent, an appeal to some illusory idea of "the soul", which seem like transparently bad arguments to me, and are clearly motivated from an emotional-driven place. because it seems so obvious to me that prompters do, in fact, have an intent when they're generating ai art, some sort of vision of what they want to create. it doesn't matter that their idea is vaguely defined rather than fully-formed in their head; plenty of existing art forms involve a creation process that is similarly stochastic, from Jackson Pollock-style drip paintings to experimental generative digital music. hell, even when i draw i often don't know exactly what i want to the end product to look like and figure it out as i go along! now, the incredibly low-barrier to entry and the general motivations and sensibilities of a lot of typical ai art enthusiasts mean that, in practice, a lot of (maybe most) ai art is indeed dumb garbage. but just like how the reality that most mainstream superhero movies these days are boring and soulless doesn't mean that the superhero genre is inherently without merit, the existence of bad ai art isn't good evidence of the medium itself being creatively bankrupt.

ultimately, i do agree and sympathize with a lot of artists' concerns and criticisms about ai art and what its possible effects on the world will be. like i said, in practice a lot of ai art really is soulless trash, but the ease of creation means that i can very easily see a world where most of the art we see today in our everyday lives is replaced with bland, insipid ai generated shit that is just good enough for the general public, and i really don't want to live in that world. and for that same reason, it'll also likely have a very bad impact on the art industry and people's abilities to do art as a career, and while the disruption of industries due to technological innovation is a tale as old as time, the potentially rapid pace of this disruption will certainly lead to a lot of suffering along the way. i just wish that artists had a better idea of what they're actually fighting against.

#ai art #ai art discourse #the discourse

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Fey Reads Oriental Adventures 3.0 (2001)

Part 1: The Beginenings

In which Fey Rues the Twilight laments the problems (racist and otherwise) of this book

Remember how I talked about the Collective forming an OA party? Well, that inspired me to review OA. But since it's a favorite, I figured it'd be best to go chapter by chapter. My introduction dwells on the material people usually skip so as to address the elephant in the room: the fact that OA is not in and of itself a fantastic resource when it comes to authenticity of anything it discusses.

OA was one of the first two RPG (let alone D&D) books I ever bought (the other being the Psionics Handbook). I loved it to pieces -- quite literally: I carried it in my backpack so much that the corners of the cover frayed, which led to a friend of mine repairing them with brown duct tape (it doesn't match the cover, but it does complement it). It still remains a sourcebook I find incredibly helpful, with plenty of good ideas.

And yet...

To say that OA has its share of problems is an understatement. I'll explain as I go, but the title itself is a clue.

Alternate Alternate Subtitle: Why I Hate James Wyatt

James Wyatt's discussion of the origins of this book -- the L5R RPG and the original Oriental Adventures for 1st edition AD&D (1985) -- is a great reflection of what Tumblr will note is White (Liberal?) People Ignoring Racism.

Wyatt opens this foreword with an offset quotation of the opening line OA 1985 ("...The mysterious and exotic Orient, land of spices and warlords, has at last opened her gates to the West."). He ruminates on this as an outdated theme only: he says that society has changed, but he doesn't discuss the underlying issues -- of how the word "oriental" is now considered pejorative, of how exoticizing a culture necessarily others it and thus creates an inherently demeaning caricature regardless of intentions (for it is one which is always in contrast with the viewpoint culture of the exoticizing person [in this case, the West in general]), and how in the '90s and early oughts there had been major calls for representation of othered peoples (mainly by race, culture, and certain disabilities; gender and sexual minorities were still largely taboo at this point and we were grappling with having equal representation of women). He glosses over this entirely; it reminds me of Todd Lockwood's comments on the subject while working on concept art for 3.0 D&D.

This lack of understanding pervades the book from the very first page -- by which I mean the credits. The only credits that seem to be for people of Asian decent are artist Raven Mimura and pronunciation guide Moe Murayama. While Wyatt provides a mini bibliography on the same page, the only sources he cites in full are various D&D ones. He does cite "the Legend of the Five Rings™ roleplaying game, written by John Wick" (tee hee), but there had been two editions by that point by a few years and he doesn't indicate which he references. He otherwise cites "numerous L5R supplements by John Wick, Ree Soesbee, and others," in the manner of a YouTube plagiarist. Very helpful, James! This is the only bibliography in the entire book, so the only way to know if he does any justice to Rokugan (the L5R setting), Kara-Tur, or Asia past the -stans not belonging to Russia is by knowing or learning about those things from outside sources. (We shall see why this is a problem as we go.)

The credit for this fault can't solely be placed on Wyatt -- we are talking Hasbro-WotC business practices, after all, and there are typos in this credits list anyway. And though I checked a good portion of the major names (all but Mimura were white; I'm not sure who Murayama is), I couldn't check all of them, so it's possible someone involved was a person of color.

We don't necessarily need someone of color to write a book about Asia in fantasy so long as we have someone who is well familiar with the subject matter. Wyatt presents himself as this, bringing up his own "interest" in India and Southeast Asia while discussing the new OA book and its antecedents. If you weren't familiar with the original OA, you'd think that this would be a sign that he was responsible for the inclusion of non-Chinese/Japanese/Korean elements.

And, again, we'd be wrong. Most of those were already in OA to begin with.

Wyatt's philosophical approach to the book as a whole is inadvertently revealed when discussing L5R:

"In the meantime, a collectible card game somehow accomplished what generations of roleplaying games based on the fantasies of Asia never quite did: create a living world drawn from Asian history and legend that did not pretend to be history, never claimed to be accurate, and yet appealed to a larger and more vocal fan base than the original Oriental Adventures setting of Kara-Tur or historical Japan ever did."

(Emphasis mine.)

First of all, Rokugan is emphatically Japanese. It does include a few things from other cultures (e.g., naga), but 90-99% of things in Rokugan are Japanese. Not only are they Japanese, they're obviously and vehemently Japanese. To say that it doesn't pretend to be history or claim to be accurate is to mistake the conventions of the fantasy genre artistic license for an excuse not to do research and not to be faithful to source material.

Second of all, L5R did something that RPGs didn't for a few reasons. There's an implicit understanding in this paragraph that Asian RPGs failed because of lack of interest in historical recreation, but that's like talking about D&D as if it were a byproduct of Ren Faire culture. (Granted, the wargames it grew out of did have an element of that, but they were always about the wargame first and the period details second.) As with the rest of his intro, Wyatt's focus overlooks real-world connections in a glaring fashion -- in this case, the rise of anime and the subsequent popularization of all things Japanese in the mid-'90s onward. L5R wasn't a success in a vacuum, a work of awe-inspiring popularity that fell from the heavens, but part of the craze for all things Japanese that is still ongoing (and has in turn led to the growth of other imported Asian media fandoms).

"Fey, what are you getting at?"

Wyatt has a nasty habit of 1.) not understanding the material he's working with, be it Asian cultures or the alignment system and 2.) imposing his very constrained opinions on such material in a way that simply doesn't work. Such missteps are usually pretty obvious; they are frequently wrong as in just incorrect, but at least as frequently wrong as in also bad/evil in a way that it takes only a brief reaction to see. This isn't just true of OA, it's true of everything the man's hands have touched.

Now, to give credit where credit is due, Wyatt does try to keep OA operable for all forms of play: the Rokugan enthusiast, the weirdo who likes Kara-Tur, or the person who just wants to shake up D&D a bit. He spends the majority of the rest of the introduction on this, talking about what variety you can use and how to differentiate pieces hither and thither. He does mention that there is a chapter devoted to Rokugan itself, but not that the preceding chapter discusses pastabilities with cultural presentation, which is lamentable. This book is indeed worthwhile in featuring lots and lots and lots of options. It could be better if it were able to contextualize some of these, not least of which by labeling things by culture and not just whether or not they're from L5R. (There is one table that provides names of weapons by culture and another with Japanese, Chinese, and "Indian Culture" names for classes, but no additional translation notes, let alone explanations for how these things might differ.) However, if it were much better, it would have to sacrifice something elsewhere, as it's already nearly as big as the original third edition Player's Handbook.

The amount of material in this book should be enough to give a cursory outline of a Rokugani campaign. It provides a lot -- a lot -- of detail on the major clans, general details about the society at large (organizational structure, religion, history, economy, class immobility, etc.); with the amount of purely Japanese material in it, it should be possible to run a Rokugan campaign. I do recall at the time that there were mixed reviews, though: people who weren't already familiar with L5R loved it, but fans of L5R gave vague but always semi-negative reviews. This would allow for AEG (publisher of L5R) to cash in on the "everything must be d20 System" fad and release a series of Rokugan supplements (including a Rokugan Cmapaign Setting of roughly equal length).

The Short of It

The thing to take away from OA is not that it itself is a masterwork of writing, editing, cultural representation, authenticity, or even reliability regarding its featured campaign setting. Rather, it's that as a 250-something page book, it does a remarkable job of inspiring interest in Rokugan and Asia in general while also providing just enough material that you have a jumping off point for both gaming and further research. It's imperfect in the extreme, but it's very much worth the read anyway.

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AGI

I got the privilege to go to AGI. It was such an incredible event to go to, I gained a wealth of knowledge. here are some snippets of what i learned that can be applied to life and design!

Taku Satoh

"Hodo Hodo" means just enough, having simplicity and special consideration. About knowing when to stop, not overdoing it to let other elements shine. Taku was one of my favourite speakers he was concise and to the point and I loved this line above.

Astrid Stavro

keep learning by asking questions and being curious. Don't take the money but do what you love. Challenges are opportunities in disguise. Mistakes lead to unexpected places. Never stop learning. Do work that's true to your heart, embrace the uncertainty, and leap before you look. Curiosity is the engine and doubt is the catalyst.

' if you feel safe in the area your working your not working in the right area. Always go a little bit further in the water than you feel your capable of being in. Go a little bit out of your depth and when you don't feel your feet are quite touching the bottom your just about in the place to do something exciting'

Irene Pereyra

Doing things different is better than doing the same. Sell something new make it familiar, sell something familiar make it surprising. Its important to spend time on projects you love as this will continue the passion ( set aside 10% to do your fun things).

Henrik Kubel

Have a very clear brief

Paul Garbett

Create and bring something into existence, we create what we observe. Pay intention without paying attention. creativity is connecting ideas and then connecting with people.

Dean Poole

He makes meaning of every single detail and connects it with his customers. Design can just be about people and place a way to sell stories rather than sell. don't overthink design just do it.

Ahn sang Soo

Create joy in other peoples lives through design. Have a hungry spirit, thinking hands and human enhancement. Creativity stems from our heads and technology takes away. We often hold our head in high regard and despise the body but we need to respect the boy in the creative process. Play with creativity that comes from pleasure impulse.

Pauler Scher

Create seasons and series instead of individual work- create a system out of things that seem iratic. Create a design that's fast, loose, dangerous and fun! For everything you do create systems and brand manuals. Find something you like and take the opportunity and go for it.

Stefan Siegmeister FAVOURITE SPEAKER

A lot of his work comes from living in Rome and having dinners with other artists. As a communication designer, you must be aware of what's going on in the world. Look at the problems this world has of doom and gloom and do something to help. Every positive outcome will have negative side effects and we have to work on them this is just a reality. Every idea has a dozen to make a series. It doesn't matter if you are an artist or designer it matters if you speak and communicate - he gives deep reasoning behind his work and wants to connect with people. He uses random things he's passionate about such as coffee ( he has 13 cups a day). His slogan and mission statement is 'Now is better' Look back and see how far you've grown and how far we have grown as a world. With things that could be a big obstacle, he uses it to his advantage. He encourages art to be a conversation starter. For people who cannot afford art, he created a giant poster notepad and they could rip it off and take one home for free. He isn't out to get but to give back and make the world a better place. 90% of people 200 years ago lived in extreme poverty look where we are today, always look at the glass half full, and look at the long-term picture - it's about your perspective. The world can be improved. Now is better.

Lars Muller

Ensure consistency and structure in your work with grids, books are objects so consider all aspects such as size, weight, and texture. I loved this quote ' White is the colour of imagination, everything and nothing, a place to draw inspiration from and start afresh'. Think outside the box and look at other materials you wouldn't usually consider (concrete-covered book). Don't be afraid of colour.

Ya-Leng Yu

If you ditch tradition or history you can't relate but if you cling young people can't embrace it. The new encompasses the old. Use aspects of the product (roof shape) as inspiration to create a contemporary approach to relate and connect to history in a new way. Collaboration is at the heart of design.

Panel

have a cretain amount of time to do your passion projects and play (15% is good! - as a student it should be 100%). Designers don't retire. Do projects that make you look at the world different.

Kenya Hara

make things unknown and think outside of the box. Have the art of simplicity. Good design includes function and laughter. Respect the nature and land in your work.

Stanely Wong

it's not about exhibitions or achievements, it's about the journey and the relationship of pen to paper, time and existence. Ask 'who am I?' 'What is my image?'. He is a Buddhist and a lot of what he does stems from this but he is not invasive with it. He works on projects aligning with his values, culture and spirit. Every project he creates there is a key value at play. He encourages to make a poster a week and make a personal project 80/20 rule. He tries something new when he enters a new season of life. his seasons are based on what he learns. Passionately curious creativity is values and time and your past.

Ariane Spanier

Confront the unknowns head-on, and embrace it it is our job. There are known knowns, known unknowns, unknown knowns and unknown unknowns. make decisions, start with what you have or you'll run out of time. Try for impact. Quote I love ' Have the love for drawing first, it is the first language, typography is a drawing". Create the space to play and the result for people to enjoy themselves its awesome if you can make a story out of it. People love drawing and feel connected - involve people for connection. Uncertainty can open the crack in the wall which you can emerge. use the uncomfortable feeling as a compass - leave the last known behind you and find the new unknown.

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soul-dwelling · 2 years

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Are you ever intersted in Okhubos personal life, what he does, etc because of your investment in soul eater or do you see that as being unecesary invasive and parasasocial, with the better standing on its own without referefing too much to the author?

As someone who teaches and writes about literature? Yeah, it's relevant to look into an author's public life and what they have said publicly as one of many ways to understand what influences their art. Granted, what they say could be an utter lie, hence why I say "one of many ways," not _the_ way or even the best way. But their public statements help us understand the point they were going for in their story (and whether they succeeded or failed at that goal), earlier or contemporary artists they admire or imitate or try to be different from, and other influences (family, historical or recent events, personal experiences) that influenced choices made in creating the work.

But that is _public_ stuff, not their private and personal lives--and I really try to avoid getting into that, if it is not something the creator chose to share publicly.

But, in a lot of the literature I look at, the creator has long since passed away, their private lives have been made more and more public (whether they wanted that to happen or not), and I am stuck having to respond stuff about their private life, if only to shut up some other scholar in the field who is going to bring it up.

If it was something Ohkubo said publicly (such as how the characterization of Excalibur is influenced by Ohkubo's real-life father), I think that's fair game to understand maybe some additional depth to the character and his persistence in Soul Eater and elsewhere.

But if it is not something he has said publicly, and is just rumor, or something someone else revealed, I am cautious, not only due to an invasion of privacy, but because how would I ever verify that? Like I said, a creator can lie in public about what influenced their art--and that means people can lie about a creator as well. You need enough evidence from various sources to really believe that what they say is true about someone--and that is harder to verify, compared to what the text shows us is good and bad about Ohkubo's art, storytelling, his philosophy, and his personal hang-ups and obsessions, including what is toxic or gross about his output.

In other words, the text he creates is primary for actually talking about his work, not his private life. Intention matters, but the results matter more--and there is enough in his output that I can judge by those merits without delving into his personal life, or even his public remarks: the art itself is enough to make an evidence-based logical argument, most of the time.

All of that said, as I pointed out with the Excalibur remark, it's not as if there isn't something we can learn from his remarks and personal life (that he is willing to share, that he has already made public, and that isn't invasive or illegal or unethical to learn) that helps make more sense of his artwork. He says he's a soccer fan? No wonder soccer pops up a lot in his work. He says he plays video games? Well, he already designed art for video games, so that explains video game references in his works. He keeps being horny on main on social media? No wonder his content can be gross.

#long post

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vulbmedia · 2 years

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Digital media content creation that helps people discover your business

You know how when you first explore a new sector, it can be overwhelming and crazy. The internet is simply a new medium that allows people to connect at a speed unmatched by any other media system. It’s also something that many people who aren't yet comfortable with the world of Digital marketing and content creation have yet to experience.

That is why it is critical to remember that this new media is highly personal. It’s something that people can use to connect and share their interests. It’s not so much a place where people can advertise their businesses, but rather a place where they can discover new things. Perhaps it’s time for you to start thinking about your business this way. So, how do you know if your content will be successful? How do you know if it’s something you want to create, and what type of audience are you willing to listen to make it happen? You must ask these questions before saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ about creating content. Are your intentions clear? Does it feel right to you? Do your friends and family members support what you are doing? If so, then go ahead and create more content! But, if not, don't give up on making more! Instead, devote the necessary time to determining how to make it work for you.

If you are creating content for a business, you might also want to think about your audience. Who will read your content, exactly? Is it going to be mostly men or mostly women? Is it going to be people who are in their 20s or people who are in their 60s? What type of industry are they involved with? What type of questions do they have that only you can answer? These questions will help shape your content creation process and keep you focused on what matters.

The truth is that starting out with something new can be difficult. You don’t always know what will work and what won’t, so sometimes it takes a bit of trial and error before things start falling into place. However, with the right mindset and some hard work, all of this can change!

There are many differences between traditional media and digital media. The most obvious difference is that digital media is online; while traditional has been offline for centuries. Digital is also more interactive than traditional because it can be accessed by anyone with an internet connection, which means that there are no limits to the amount of people who can get involved with your content. However, the downside is that your audience can be very diverse, and you may find it difficult to understand what they want from you as an artist or creator. Traditional media doesn't have this problem because it’s only available in certain places. Still, it has its limitations: for example, you may be limited by your financial resources or the locations where you live or work (as in the case of theatre). In other words, there isn't one type of medium better than another: they both have advantages and disadvantages. The key is finding out what works best for you and your audience! You can take a gamble and try novel things. The more you create content, the better you will become at it. You will learn what works and what doesn't and the process will get much easier!

If you are an expert content creator in Sydney on a topic, don’t be afraid to share your knowledge. If people like your content, they will share it with their friends and family. This is how you reach an audience interested in hearing what you have to say! Of course, you’re going to make mistakes and you’re going to hit a few roadblocks. However, the more you create content, the easier it will get for you. You'll learn what goes well versus what doesn't. You’I’ll learn how to manage your time. You’ll find your voice and your style. And before you know it, creating content will become your second nature!

What questions do you have about creating content? Leave a comment below! And seek help from the top web development company in Australia.

#web development #content creator #digital marketing #content marketing #web design #online marketing

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October 3, 2022

1. Today is the last day of my staycation. Man I had sooooo many thoughts throughout. I went to LACMA today and even had my Notes app up just so that I could walk around taking notes of all my thoughts. Very young Christine of me. Some of my thoughts

-- I’m seeing a lot of the same art I saw when I was a kid but it iddn’t mean anything to me. For instance, there was a piece by Matisse of two ladies drinking tea. That kind of thing wouldn’t have been interesting to me before. Now it is. I saw one of the ladies had her shoe half off. I could imagine her putting it on and off, on and off, with the flick of her foot. The ladies were staring at the artist like “what do you want.” I’m an older lady now. I can relate.

- There were a ton of students learning about art today from a field trip. It was so precious. I wrote about this on my insta but I can’t help but think how wonderful life is, in its various ages and stages. How little regard children have for “important” or “valuable” things and how wonderful that is.

- There was an exhibit you could walk through that was essentially like a reimaged garage from the 1950s or something. It inspired thoughts like “so much of life is dusty and dirty but we’ve sanitized everything. Painted everything white. Swiffered meaning away”. I was kind of laughing even as I wrote that. Hilarious “art student” wannabe musings.

-It just feels like such a privilege to be alive. To be a part of this existence. of highs and lows.

-At one point I was in a room with only old women with white and hair. And then I was in an elevator filled with the kids on the field trip. “What was your favorite one” the teacher asked the students. A student said “The one by Matisse.” I couldn’t help but wonder “can you see me?”

-There was a wonderful Korean exhibit. Lots of thoughts from there. There was a bust of an old woman’s head. It instantly made me think of my grandma (even though she didn’t look like my grandma). I looked at the piece and it was entitled “Grandmother.” It made me think do all white people see their relatives when they look at busts of old white people?

I won’t write down all the other thoughts but there were many.

2. I wrote 17,351 of my novel. If I’m aiming to write 100k words, that means I’m 17% of the way there! And if the book is only 90k words, then I’m basically at 20%! Woohoo! Just have to do this 5-6 more times!

3. I feel so lightweight and happy with life right now. Let’s see how many days of work it takes for me to turn nihilistic and wonder what the point of life is hahah.

4. One thought I’ve had, given my musings around age/time, is that I’m really happy I’ve spent my time with good people. Everyone in my life that I’m close to is a good person. Someone solid. Someone that I truly feel like I can trust. Someone with good intentions. Genuine. It also made me feel like LA is truly home again. It’s sad that Hera and Jess aren’t closer but it still works (our friendship that is).

This birthday I seriously felt so blessed. For dinner everyone arranged to get childcare just so they could satisfy my request of a night out. Jess sent me a ourplace pot thst is quickly becoming a go-to. Hera sent me a gift card so I could get my ghost nails done. Eileen got me a gift card for a Burke Williams massage (best massage of my life). Trudy got me a gift card to get prose shampoo and conditioner. Olivia got me cute writing stuff. Hatty got me earrings. I really felt the love; i felt the over abundance . And it just makes me want to pour it back to everyone on their birthdays or just generally on a day to day basis. And it reminds me. So this is what matters in life: people (ok I’m seriously going to stop being so cheesy and gushy and sentimental now).

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Oh MY GOD what about Bakugou, kirishima, and sero who get hit by a quirk who turns them into a lil toddler or whatever and they’ve got the biggest crush on their chubby/plus size classmate 🥺🥺

A/N - I literally love this idea so much, thanks to @fandom-fander for helping out with this headcannon.

Not Prof Read

Lowercase Intentional

Cursing

Toddler!Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero x Plus size reader

Bakugo

aizawa sure as hell didn't feel like dealing with the angry pomeranian in minature form

he decided to leave the boy with the class and let them decide among themselves on who should watch the little firecracker for the day

extra credit anyone?

everyone immediately pinned the responsibility on you

kirishima, he didn't feel like getting screeched at by a small bakugo and needed to apparently go study

he also knew that bakugo had a fondness for you in his teenage form, so why not see if he still has it

fr little bakugo pretends to hate your guts

somehow this little toddler has the most hurtful insults

“you can't even get a boyfriend? that's pretty sad.”

suddenly choking out a child is okay

do it… no one has to know how it happened

even though he had pretended to hate you, he still kept trying to show off to you

you decided to take him out on a little bike/tricycle ride? homeboy flipped it trying to show off how fast he could go and then proceeded to complain about scraping his knee

hey at least he got your attention

he is a literal leash kid fight me oh my god

bakugo will simply run away

you expected him to listen? oh you're in for a surprise

the only option that you give him is to either wear the embarrassing monkey pack or to hold your hand

he immediately grabs your hand and is literally so giddy and its adorable my lord-

smiles for days my heart i can’t-

he may seem all happy and nice, but that can flip in a minute

he’s the biggest brat sometimes and you are literally this close to punting him across the room

you don't get him something that he wants? little pomeranian boy will turn into a velociraptor child in an instant

the decimals that that kids voice can reach up to is kind of impressive not going to lie

“no bakugo, you can't have that right now maybe later-”

screech

thankfully he tires himself out quick enough to set him down for a nap

but nothing is ever simple, is it?

he wont go to sleep without you though, claiming that there are monsters and he needs to know where you are so he can protect you

no matter how many times you had explained to him that there weren't any monsters around, you slowly succumbed to his pleas

almost feeling bad for him, he just looked so serious about how you could get hurt that it made you feel bad

you didn't notice how much taking care of a kid took out of you until now

you had made a mental note to apologize to your mom for having to deal with you when you were younger later

As soon as you settled down on the couch with the toddler laying on top of you, you almost instantaneously passed out

oh boy were you in for a surprise when you woke up to a teen bakugo, still curled into your torso

he looked up to you after feeling you stir, he almost had a smirk on his face before burying his head back into you

mostly to hide the redness spreading over his face, he wasn’t going to admit that he was blushing

no way in hell

he just mumbled a “later” before his breaths softened into a steady pace

yeah, you may be stuck here for a bit

Kirishima

you were there for the whole thing

red-top had pushed you out of the way of an incoming quirk blast and suffered the consequences

he became young again, almost too young

you felt bad

and who wouldn’t

so of course you took it upon yourself to watch him until the effects wore off

the thing you learned about him was that he was an even touchy-er child

homeboy just wanted to be held all the time

just climbing up and latching himself onto your calf

it was adorable but hard to walk with

If you pick him up, you’ve basically sworn an oath with the devil himself

you cannot put him down

ever

he gives the most pitiful looks when you do and drags his feet when you walk

he also wont leave you alone

so curious in whatever your doing at that exact moment

and he is impressed by everything you do

“what are you doing?”

“reading”

“wow so cool!”

a bug came in through the window and he screamed

you walked in all nonchalant, grabbed your shoe, and smacked that some of a bitch into a next dimension

he lit up omfg

“wow y/n, that was so manly!”

you brought him in to class since it had been a school day and were too afraid to tell aizawa about the incident

the girls were literally all over him

i mean, who wouldn’t be all over an adorable and friendly (looking at you bakugo) kid?

and the pebble boy was lapping up the attention like a thirsty dog on a hot day

you never expected him to act like this

shy maybe, but then again he was pretty outgoing in his teenage form

he was grinning from ear to ear

literally posing like a mini body builder and making little huffing noises

even you couldn’t help it, letting a little aww out like most of the other girls

this had been causing a slight disturbance to the class

so the whole going to school thing was pointless as aizawa sent the two of you home anyways

he is already a tired dad, he dosen’t need to be dealing with a toddler right now

putting the little strongman on your back you began to walk

you had been hoping that the effects would wear off in a few more hours

but nothing ever goes to plan dose it?

while you had been walking, you noticed a significant weight increase, but just decided to ignore it

hey you were more sturdy and thicc, you wern’t no pussy, why stop all of a sudden because of the extra weight?

the only single thing that had alerted you to kiri being fully back was the whisper in your ear

instead of a sqeaky and mousy voice, you heart a more smooth and even comment

“hey stranger”

girl you dropped him and ran, him having to catch up to you

he has the audacity to give you a heart attack, he better suck it up

Sero

this was the same situation as bakugo, aizawa just didn’t want to deal with the kid

and especially a kid who kept mixing up two languages

he really was just so one

aizawa gave him the option to go to anyone

of course he ran straight to you, clinging onto your calf, as that was as high as he could reach

hey you looked the most inviting and least scary

he was literally terrified of bakugo and almost started to bawl is eyes out when he went near him

though he calm down slightly when he went down to get to a similar height as him.

why wouldn’t you take the opportunity to watch a cute little kid and skip class

hey, aizawa said whoever watched him got extra credit

but there soon was a slight problem that you noticed

well not really a problem, but more of a hurdle

with sero being raised in a household that spoke both english and spanish, he started to mix the two, not knowing any better

he would be asking for “leche” and you would just stand there trying to understand with your limited vocab

just the loading circle above your head whenever he started to talk

but you managed with google translate and going off of the vast amount of spanish soap operas you watched at 3 am once a week

surprisingly, he was a very artistic kid

at least every ten minutes he would walk over to you and hand you a squiggly picture of a flower, you, or him and you holding hands

and he would just giggle before running away to make another

bro heart go melt

being pre occupied with some papers that the father teacher had sent home with you, sero couldn’t get your attention

he might of forgotten your name and got stuck in a predicament

then the most rational thing popped into his head

well his dad called his mom “mi amor” and you and his mom were both pretty ladies

it made total sense to him so he went with it

“hey...”

nothing

“hey...”

nothing again

“hey... mi amor~”

your head shot up immediately

since he noticed that the name had gotten your attention, he just started using it

when he had shifted to being a teen again, the two of you never mentioned the name again

until a few days later when he was back to normal in class

homeboy was trying to get your attention and the multiple taps on the shoulder weren't cutting it

he got an idea

“hey... mi amor~”

yep that got you immediately

and he still uses that nickname for you

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wayv members reacting to you pecking their lips to shut them up

anon requested: kk! First ask on the way~ WayV reaction to their s/o pecking their lips while they talk to shut them up?

genre: crack (?), tiny bit angst, fluff, soft members

word count: 1,6k

a/n: I would like to apologize for probably making you wait for so long. I never actually got the notification and for some reason I never checked my inbox.. Also, my first reaction ever! Yay! I hope you guys like this since English is not my first-language, and I'm still learning. Enjoy!

⌜ kun ⌟

"and them not listening to me just annoyed me more-"

Kun had been ranting about his members for what felt like forever now. No offense to him, you loved hearing his angelic voice and could listen to it for hours but you had been very boyfriend starved lately. All you wanted to do was to cuddle your adorable boyfriend. Though, you just let him rant because you knew he needed it sometimes. He kept talking for a bit more and it went actually well. But all of sudden, you just felt like you couldn't wait anymore.

"So I snapped and-"

Kun's eyes widened as you cupped his face and pecked his lips. He smiled when you pulled away and wrapped his arms around your face, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. He placed a gentle, barely-there kiss on your neck. He inhaled your scent heavily, taking as much as he can. Kun lived for moments like this and they were his favorites out of all the moments he shared with you.

"You could've told me you were bored!" he scolded you jokingly.

⌜ ten ⌟

You really thought it would be a great idea to cook with your boyfriend but all he did was sitting on the counter as you did all the job. He was making these weird vegetable puns he found on the internet. Even though they were funny, you had been listening to this for almost an hour now.

"Hey, babe?" Oh, you heard this kind of babe before. The kind of babe he uses to tease you.

"No puns Chi, no puns." To give a threatening aura, you slowly raised the wooden spoon that you were using to stir the haricot beans in the pot. Ten chuckled and put his hands up as if he was surrendering.

"I swear it's not a pun." You could sense the mischievous tone in his voice, yet you decided to ignore it.

"I just wanted to say that you’re a wonderful human bean-" His joke was cut off by your lips on his. When you quickly pulled away and continued stirring, he smiled at himself. He was feeling something that he felt for the first time in his life. He sure kept making puns just so you could keep shutting him up with your lips.

⌜ winwin ⌟

Sicheng was very excited about WayV's comeback. He had been talking about the M/V, the outfits, the choreography, the song for days. Right now, you were in the living room, as he kept talking about the comeback while you were trying to get his attention. You kept cutting his words off but he never actually heard you, despite sitting right in front of you.

"-oh and the choreography is so cool! It matches the whole aesthetic perfectly."

"Sicheng I broke your favorite mug."

"The outfits are kind of revealing but I wanna step out of my comfort zone so I really like them!"

"I burned the stuff in our memory box."

"Everyone else looks very good too!"

"Sicheng I'm breaking up with you."

That's it, you thought.

"They wanna dye my hair but I don't know if I want my hair to be dyed-" He was cut off by your lips, which were gone barely a second later. Sicheng opened and closed his mouth a few times, obviously wanting to say something but not being able to say it.

"I think I got a bit too excited," he finally managed to say and mumbled, "Can I get another one though?"

⌜ lucas ⌟

You rubbed your eyes and leaned over to your phone resting on your nightstand. With a little click on the power button and the overly bright screen, you read 02.38 am. Yukhei was obviously still in-game with the dreamies, as you could hear him yelling in the room right next to you. With a groan, you got up and slipped your shirt on. You were sleeping topless since it was summer and very hot, but his camera could be on when you entered the room. You walked to his room, not even bothering to knock since his door was wide open. If you're going to yell at two in the morning, at least shut the door you thought. Entering the room, you saw Yukhei furiously clicking on his mouse and keyboard. You walked up to him as he kept yelling at the dreamies over his microphone.

"Donghyuck he's right on your le-" He suddenly stopped clicking, trying to process what the hell just happened. You had bent his head backward and pecked his lips, then left casually as if you didn't just cause him to blush. He quickly gathered his thoughts and mumbled a quick excuse and apology to the dreamies. Turning his computer off and running to your shared room, all he could do was thinking of you two cuddling and kissing, giggling like a high school girl at the thought of that.

⌜ xiaojun ⌟

You and Xiaojun started dating a few weeks ago, so your relationship was still very fresh. Being an idol and living with 6 other males sure gave him a lot to talk about. His talkative nature didn't really help with that. You guys were on another date, at your house. You were making popcorn for your movie night since you guys couldn't go out risking Xiaojun's career just like that. Xiaojun was helping you by preparing some drinks he saw on YouTube a few days ago.

"Then Ten threw his slipper to Yukhei for calling him a garden dwarf!" You laughed and glanced at him. He looked so happy telling you about the guys. As if he was telling you about his family, which you were sure it was at this point. You were having a great time, but Xiaojun had a curfew that he was supposed to not pass. Even though you knew it wasn't intentional, he kept talking and stopping what he was doing to show you what happened with his gestures. You thought maybe if you waited 10 minutes, he would just stop. But of course, he didn't. After thinking of a nice way to cut him off, you finally thought of something.

"Ten chased Yukhei around the dorm like tha-" You pecked his lips, pulled away, and smiled.

"I love hearing you talk Junnie, but I really want to watch this movie before your curfew ends."

He snapped out of the little shock state he was in and quickly began to stir the drinks, which he was supposed to do 10 minutes ago. While stirring, he giggled and shook his head. The fact that the first kiss you two shared being an 'i will kiss you to shut you up' kind of kiss made his heart do backflips and it definitely was something he could never forget.

⌜ hendery ⌟

Hendery was teasing you for losing a game of Mario Kart. Pretty normal, right? Yeah, if only that didn't happen two days ago. This was his third day of endlessly teasing you. At first, you laughed it off. He rarely ever beat you, so you didn't want to pop his happy bubble. It's the third day, and you were visibly annoyed. You sometimes beat him at the stuff he's very great too, but you never actually took it this far.

You guys were sitting in the living room, just chilling while you watched some weird tv show, where the contestants were married couples and competed for a car. A couple you had been supporting was a few points ahead, whereas Hendery's team was losing. He sighed and faked a pout.

"They're losing like you playing Mario Kart." after his comment, he smirked and turned to you. "Get it? Cause you lo-"

Eyes wide, blinking rapidly he was looking at you. You went back to watching the show like you didn't just smash your lips against his harshly. He gulped and quickly turned to tv, pulling his hood up to hide the furious blush making its way up to his ears from his neck and face.

⌜ yangyang ⌟

"Yang, please don't cry... It breaks my heart to see you like this." You put your hand on his cheek but he harshly tugged it away.

"No! They're right. I'm useless. I can't believe I actually called myself an idol on that interview just before my voice cracked when they asked me to sing. I couldn't even dance properly to the song they gave me! My manager had every right to call me names!"

You shook your head and cupped his face, making him look at your face with his glossy eyes and red nose. He was so innocent, so pure and those 'managers' were doing nothing but ruining his confidence. Weren't they supposed to help them improve and keep them motivated? Then what was all of this?

"Yang, don't say stuff like that about yourself ever again. You are the most talented person I've ever known. Every artist, scratch that, every human has a bad day where their body doesn't feel like dancing or singing or doing something in general. You can't blame yourself because of that. What actually matters is you holding your head up high and showing them what you've got in there. You always have other performances to prove yourself.

But, that didn't seem to work on your beautiful boyfriend. He just shook his head side to side, mumbling little "no's"

"No, I should just go back to where I came from the way they told me t-" Not letting him finish that sentence, you put your lips on his. You two stood like that until you ran out of breath, eyes closed with his hands over yours that were cupping his face. When you pulled away, he let a few tears spill. Wiping them off with the back of his hands, he just pushed you on your back on the bed you were sitting on. He rested his head on your stomach and tried to fall asleep with his eyes closed. Even though you guys didn't talk about it, you knew he was feeling better about himself. And he did. He had you on his side, after all.

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Spotlight: Ties That Bind

This one’s a doozy folks! If you missed the last spotlight you can go read it here, but strap in for The Ties That Bind, an absolutely brilliant take on humanformers. It’s hosted here at @tiesthatbind-tf created by @artsy-hobbitses!

Q) Give us a run down of your cont! What's it about, what's it called, what's it like?

Ties That Bind is a humanformers-based original continuity which is part Science Fiction and part Alternate History where the invasion of Quintessons and introduction of their technology to Earth in 1920 sets the world and humankind on a completely different trajectory. The active narrative spans a period from 1920 to 2070, covering the First and Second Quintesson Wars, the interplanetary Antillan War (leading to the creation of Unicron on Mars) and the Great War which involves the Autobots, Decepticons and Functionist stalwarts, and how it affects the characters.

The cast is pretty sprawling and the narrative is mostly centred around human drama with bits of humor interspaced and a dash of horror (mostly centred around how the previous government often chose to utilize the technology left behind from the Quintesson Wars to create new systems of oppression, which affected many of the characters, in the name of worldwide rebuilding efforts).

Q) What characters take the lead here? Any personal favorites?

I will admit to this continuity being very much heavy on the relationship between Old Bastards Optimus Prime and Megatron, which is given considerable weight as they were best friends who had known each other since childhood and were deeply intrinsic to each other’s growths as individuals, which makes it all the worse when guilt and betrayal enter the party. Despite being captains in two corners of this battle, there’s a part of them that just cannot let go of their pasts together and they need to reconcile with how this will affect their agenda (Megatron) and how they lead their team (Optimus) who don’t necessarily share their history.

Other characters with significant development include:

Starscream, a Cold Construct in a toxic working relationship with Megatron with whom he is hiding a dark secret, who struggles to balance the underhanded viciousness he believes he needs to gain power and his innate desire from his Senate days to make the world a better place.

Windblade, a Camien native who fights her government’s apathy concerning the situation on Earth which they see as unsalvageable compared to their more Utopian society.

Prowl, a Cold Construct raised from childhood to be a cop in a police state, who finds out that he was brainwashed several times to ensure his obedience and efficacy as a government asset and is now working to reclaim some semblance of the humanity he was never allowed to feel and figure out how much of him is who he really is and how much is programming.

Hound, a sheltered Beastman who joined the fight to ensure that Beastmen the world over would have the same rights he did in his homeland of Shetland Isle, but is forcefully stripped of his humanity and faced with his animal side during the war and has to relearn what personhood means amid his trauma.

Q) Is there a bigger point to this, like a theme or some catharsis? Or is it just fluffy fun?

God with the amount of time I spent sleepless trying to figure out how the logistics of this or the semantics of that were supposed to work in universe, I cannot for the life of me say it’s fluffy fun, but I can’t exactly say it hasn’t been pretty engaging either!

There’s elements of war being messy for everyone involved where there doesn’t seem to be a clear line between friend and foe at times, but I think for most part it prescribes to Jean-Jacques Rousseau’s belief that people are inherently good, but are corrupted by the evils of society. Despite its dark themes (Including but not limited to child abuse, torture, illegal experimenation and brainwashing), love and friendships do prevail, kindness does beget kindness, found families are made, even the smallest actions matter, and things do get better because there are people on both sides who genuinely want to, and strive to make it better.

With Cold Constructs and Beastmen, it also delves heavily into what it means to be human; to have agency and personhood.

There’s also a strong undercurrent of taking responsibility for one’s actions, even if they were made with the best of intentions (Avoidance of this is what eats up Starscream and Megatron from the inside, and what Starscream eventually embraces).

Q) How long have you been working on it?

There’s two answers to this!

I’ve had a Humanformers-related universe going all the way back to 2007 around the time the first Bayformers came out---basically I had a choice between learning to draw cars or draw people (I was an anthro artist back then) and I immediately chose people.

The 2007 draft however had no worldbuilding or connective storylines and was mostly a fun little venture into character design and practice which were actually instrumental to me experimenting and learning how to draw humans properly.

I left the fandom for about a decade and when I came back to it in late 2020 around September via the War for Cybertron series on Netflix, I immediately got hooked on the 2005 IDW comics I missed out on and wanted to get around to updating my old designs as well find a way to translate several of the concepts I wanted to explore in a human sense, so the 2020 update became its own full-fledged original continuity with detailed worldbuilding and history.

You can see the artistic evolution of several characters from their original incarnation below!

Q) It’s incredible to see your artistic improvement too! Give us a behind-the-scenes look! Show us a secret ;))

Say hello to my workspace! I’ve been working exclusively on the Ipad Pro since late 2016, which is fantastic because I can basically whip up concepts and sketches on the go anywhere. Nowhere is too out of bounds to work on TTB!

Also, do enjoy this sneak peek at true!form Rung, whose synthezoid human body took years to perfect.

Q) YESSSSS alright I must admit this is one of my favorite Rungs, and certainly my fave within TTB. Amazing. Phew, anyway. Where did you draw inspiration from? What canons, what other fiction, what parts of real life?

TTB was initially conceived as a faithful retelling of the IDW 2005 narrative before it was transformed into its own continuity and as such, it borrows heavily from concepts and mirrored plot lines introduced in that run! I chose to have the series inspired off it specifically for the amount of history and worldbuilding it introduced to the franchise.

Anime like Gunslinger Girl and Beastars inspired the depictions of Cold Constructs, especially the more harrowing aspects of their upbringing as government assets instead of children, and Beastmen (Beastformers) in TTB.

I haven’t depicted the world itself in my art all too much, but the architecture from Tiger and Bunny, which has sort of a futuristic Art Deco feel to it, is what you’d usually see in major cities. There is an in-universe reason for that---with a Point Of Divergence set in 1920 followed by 25 years (an entire generation) of progress basically being kicked to the curb due to the Quintesson wars, mankind was basically in a time-locked bubble until the end of the wars, and by then their heroes were 1920s-style rebellion leaders, which lead to 1920s fashion (especially among the Manual Working Class---Megatron, Jazz and Optimus all rock 1920s fashion at some point of their lives) and architecture being celebrated and retained as sort of a reminder of how things were before The Invasion. This anime’s background design is also where I adopted the tiered system TTB’s major metropolises are often built on (with each tier being designated to a different working class) from.

The main artistic style itself is a love letter to 90s cartoons, in particular Gargoyles’ deep and drama-driven character narratives and designs as well as The Centurions’ take on body armor logistics.

I also take inspiration, especially armor-wise, from the characters’ given heritage and background. As an example, Hotrod who is depicted as Irish has the flames on his armor done up with Celtic knots. Welsh aristocrat Mirage’s armor bears olden knight-style filigree and has his Autobot logo designed as a coat of arms. Indonesian Soundwave’s armor and Decepticon logo takes cues from Batik and Wayang Kulit while their mask is based off the Barong.

Q) They are absolutely gorgeous! Show off something you're really proud of, a particular favorite part of your cont.

The worldbuilding in general! Most Humanformers I’ve seen tend to treat it like a fun exercise which it is and is definitely valid, but I found myself wanting a full-fledged world to lose myself in and I sought to try and make that world myself by drafting a detailed history and timeline of events which would affect ongoing narratives, having indepth worldbuilding to include almost all societal aspects of the universe and expanding on the concept of Beastmen and Cold Constructs existing in a human setting.

I’m not so secretly proud of the research and diversity included to make the cast look like the multicultural, globally-based team that they were meant to be instead of being locked to a single region! My original draft from 2007 was, to put it simply, quite culturally monolithic and I wanted to improve on that aspect with TTB.

I’m also proud that I’ve kept to it this far! I’m a notoriously flaky person jumping from one idea/fandom to another and to have kept at this continuity for the better part of ten months is honestly a personal feat.

Art-wise, this scene depicting a young Megatron working alongside Terminus and Impactor (cameo by @weapon-up-wallflower‘s OC Missit!) is definitely one of my favorites since it helps build up the world they live in and plays to familial bonds and comfort found in one another despite their less than ideal circumstances.

Q) Everything has come together so beautifully, you absolutely should be proud. What other fan canons do you love and why? Would you like to see them interviewed?

I am dying to hear more from @iscaredspider’s Sparkpulse continuity! Her designs are MIND-BLOWINGLY GORGEOUS and I want to hear more about what inspired her to work on it!

Also YOU. Yes YOU BLURRITO. LET ME HEAR MORE ABOUT SNAP.

Q) [wails and squirms away in the mortifying ordeal of being known but in a very flattered way] I WILL SOMEDAY I PROMISE aflghsdjg thank you QwQ

Well that was fantastic, Oni, thank you muchly! A magnificent continuity with so much to look forward to! Coming up next is another personal fave of mine, the first inspiration for SNAP, so stick around...

#long post #gore #ties that bind #spotlight #transformers #HUMANFORMERS #transformers au #tf original continuity #transformers fan continuity #transformers redesign #maccadam #i said id post this on sunday but i realize thats a holiday for lots of folks on this site :/

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